“We will not take anything, Mme. Vigneau; I only came round this way to see that nothing troublesome had happened.”
“Nothing,” she said. “I was busy out in the garden, as you saw, turning the soil over for the sake of something to do.”
Then the two old mothers came out to speak to Benassis, and the young wagoner planted himself in the middle of the yard, in a spot from whence he could have a good view of the doctor.
“Let us see, let me have your hand,” said Benassis, addressing Mme. Vigneau; and as he carefully felt her pulse, he stood in silence, absorbed in thought. The three women, meanwhile, scrutinized the commandant with the undisguised curiosity that country people do not scruple to express.
“Nothing could be better!” cried the doctor cheerily.
“Will she be confined soon?” both the mothers asked together.
“This week beyond a doubt. Is Vigneau away from home?” he asked, after a pause.
“Yes, sir,” the young wife answered; “he is hurrying about settling his business affairs, so as to be able to stay at home during my confinement, the dear man!”
“Well, my children, go on and prosper; continue to increase your wealth and to add to your family.”
The cleanliness of the almost ruinous dwelling filled Genestas with admiration.